Harry Styles Dirty Imagines {Daddykink}

nudes

Harry Styles might choke me one day and it might be the best day of my life❤

Nudes (Harry Styles AU)

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Warning, this contains graphic sex, rough kink, daddy kink and dirty talk. It also contains BDSM in form of choking, bondage and knife play and if you're not comfortable with either one you shouldn't read this.

When Harry is working late Emma begins to feel very lonely so she decides to send him a few nudes which makes him very sexually frustrated which in turn sparks Harry's dominant side that Emma loves so much. When he comes home, she's very pleased with his creative punishment.

This story has not been proofread so please excuse any mistakes or typos.

*Daddy where are you?* I sent the text as I walked through the door with my shopping bags. My boyfriend Harry was nowhere to be found even though he'd promised to be home early. The problem with rich people is that they work way too much and Harry is no exception but I guess I shouldn't complain because I'm the one who gets to spend all his money like the little spoiled Princess I am.

*Working late baby, save some dinner for me okay?* I rolled my eyes at the phone screen. I don't feel like cooking and I don't feel like spending the entire evening alone because that's what usually happens when Harry says working late. It's never just an hour late or a meeting, it's a full night and then when he comes home I'm too tired to do anything except sleep.

We never get to hangout when he's busy with work. It's always meetings and propositions and budgets and God knows what and he's always so hung up on it all. It's nice when we finally get a bit of time together and Harry asks me out on a date. He always takes me some place fancy on the upper east side and then afterwards we go for massages or he takes me somewhere to make me pretty.

I'm the only one out of my friends who's actually dating someone important and they always make such a fuss about how I've changed and how I look so different shit but like what the hell am I supposed to do? I want to look good for my boyfriend and if he has the money and I have the time then why the fuck not get an extra pedicure or get my hair done every other week. It's called luxury for a reason and that's because not everyone can afford it. They always act like such bitches saying I wouldn't make nearly as much money on my own and they're nosy about Harry's money and shit but damn, I make a good amount of money on my own and so what if my boyfriend hands me his credit card every now and then and I splurge a little bit - if it was their boyfriend they would do the same. All this nagging about being a feminist and independent and all that shit is so useless, I got myself a sweet baby daddy because he looks fucking good, he can buy me whatever I want and he happen to be intelligent enough to catch my attention.

I'm not some low life scum who would settle for some cheap forever 21 jewelry, I'm high maintenance and if a man can't provide me with what I want and need in life then I can't see myself living with him. I also don't need someone who's completely fucking stupid and works at a local coffee shop because then we would have nothing to talk about. I write articles for a living, I do research and I spend hours and hours trying to find a good topic to write debate articles about. It's not some easy job where you just slam a bunch of nonsense on the paper, you have to actually build your arguments and all that shit those college teachers nag about.

Now don't get me wrong I am a feminist and I'm all for equality but what my boyfriend and I have arranged between each other in our private life. Our private life does not affect the world's feminism and people should stop being such jealous nagging bitches about my shopping bags and expensive bottles of wine.